Majlis 3 Janabe John
Today is the 3rd night of Moharram.Majaalis-e-Husayn continues. As the nights of Moharram go by, our hearts are weighed down with more and more grief. We continue to hear the majaalis about the tragedy of Kerbala.
Ashura day is not far away We will recite more marshias and nawhas. Our matam will increase. Our eyes will continue to shed tears for the Martyrs of Kerbala.
"HUSAYN! MOHARRAM! KERBALA! ASHURA! MARSHIAS! NAWHAS! TABOOT! ALAM! MASHK! MATAM!"
When Bibi Fatemah hears these words, she joins us. She cries with us. She cries for Aun and Mohammed, Qasim, Abbas, Ali Akber, Ali Asgar and Husayn, who are her family. She also cries for, and is thankful to those martyrs of Kerbala who were not related to Husayn. She especially cries for them because they died in Kerbala helping her son Husayn save Islam.
Among those not related to Husayn were sixteen slaves. Most of them were from Ethiopia. Some belonged to Imam Husayn's family and others to the companions of the Imam.
On the night before Ashura, Imam and his companions had freed these slaves and urged them to go away to seek their safety. But none of the sixteen slaves left Imam Husayn. They understood Imam's mission and preferred to die in Kerbala with Husayn. They knew they would be rewarded with a place in Heaven.
Amongst them was a slave called John.
Today let us remember Janabe John and cry with Bibi Fatemah for his sacrifice in Kerbala.
Janabe John was sent as a gift from Abu Ghiffari, to the household of Hazrat Ali and Bib Fatemah. In the company of Hazrat Ali he learnt the tafseer of the Quran and traditions of the Holy Prophet. He also knew the Holy Qur’an by heart. When Hazrat Ali was martyred, John stayed with Imam Hassan and after Imam Hassan's death he stayed on with Imam Husayn.
Janabe John was blessed to be with the three Imams. What a lucky man!
When Imam Husayn left Medina John insisted on joining him.
On the night before Ashura, John spent the whole night sharpening his sword whilst reciting the Holy Qur’an.
The next day was the tragic day of Ashura. At dawn Ali Akber gave the Adhan.
"Allaho Akberl Allaho Akber! Allaho Akber! Allaho Akberl"
This was the last Adhan by Ali Akber. It was recited with great emotion. Tears flowed from Ali Akber's eyes. The sun rose from the east. By 10 am, the desert was like a furnace. The friends and family of Husayn were suffering great hardship. They have been without water for three days now.
Yazid's soldiers blew the trumpets to start the battle.
The battle of Kerbala started.
One-by-one, Imam's friends took permission to go for Jehad.
One-by-one Husayn's companions were martyred. All of them fought bravely and died a hero's death.
Husayn, with his brother Abbas and son Ali Akber, went to the battlefield and carried their bodies to the tent.
At midday, after Zohr prayers, Janabe John came to Imam Husayn. He stood silently with arms folded.
Imam Husayn looked at John and said:
"John! My friend John! What is the matter?"
"My master! Enough is enough I cannot bear to see any more suffering. I cannot bear to see the children of Bibi Fatemah killed in front of me. Please Master! Allow me to go to the battlefield."
"John, you are an old man! Jehad is not wajib for an old man like you. No, John, no! I cannot allow you to die." John was determined to get permission.
"Master, I know why you are not letting me go to the battlefield. Is it because I am a black slave and you do not want the blood of a black slave to mix with the blood of the Holy family?"
Husayn was deeply shocked to hear this.
"John! My friend John! Do not say that! You know we do not keep such differences."
"Go, John, go! Allah be with you!"
Husayn himself then helped dress John for the baffle. He mounted John on the horse and said:
"Khuda Hafiz, John!"
John was very pleased with himself as he headed for the battlefield.
On his way to the battlefield he remembered his time with the Holy Prophet. He remembered how dearly the Prophet loved his grandson, Husayn.
John remembered how the Prophet himself used to nurse Husayn's injuries, sustained whilst playing.
John remembered the day when Husayn climbed on the Prophet’s back while he was praying Namaaz. The Holy Prophet stayed in sajda till Husayn came off his back. The Holy Prophet did not want to hurt his beloved grandson.
John's eyes were full of tears as he reached the battlefield.
He spoke to the soldiers on the other side:
"Look at me! You have seen me with the Holy Prophet. Remember the Holy Prophet by looking at me. You say the Holy Prophet is the messenger of Allah. You call yourselves Muslims. Do you think the Holy Prophet will be pleased with you for killing his beloved grandson?"
He continued:
"What has Husayn done to you? He is innocent. Leave him alone. Save yourselves from the Fire of Hell."
Yazid's soldiers were evil. They were not Muslims. They were not prepared to listen to the truth.
Janabe John was attacked. Arrows were fired from all directions. John fought the Jehad bravely. He sent many to the Fire of Hell.
Alas, how much can an eighty year old man take, thirsty and hungry for three days?
As he fell from his horse, he cried out:
"My Master! Come to see me! Let me see you for the last time."
Imam Husayn heard John calling him and he rushed to the battlefield. Abbas and Ali Akber accompanied him.
Husayn, Abbas and Ali Akber reached the battlefield where John was lying wounded and taking his last breaths.
Imam Husayn placed John's head on his lap. Tears poured from Husayn's eyes.
"John! I am very sorry! You are leaving my home without food or water for three days. John! Please forgive me!"
"Master! Why are you sorry? You have done me a big favour by letting me fight and sacrifice my life for Islam."
Janabe John continued:
"Look, Master, look! Who has come to receive me? The Holy Prophet himself is here. Bibi Fatemah is here. Master Ali and Master Hassan are here!"
Janabe John's soul was taken away to Heaven.
INNA LILLAHE WA INNA ELAIHI RAJEOON!
WE ARE FROM GOD AND TO GOD WE RETURN!
MATAM-E-HUSAYN!
Majlis 4 Janabe Hur
Today is the 4th night of Moharram.Our majlis continues. We will recite nawhas to mourn the great loss in Kerbala. Our eyes will shed more tears and our matam will increase.
Let us focus our minds on Husayn in Kerbala.
He has hardly 72 men with him. While, day-by-day, Yazid's vulture-like men are gathering in large numbers to kill Husayn.
On 9th Moharram, Yazid's commanders decide to fight Husayn and his men. They blow the trumpets to start the battle. Husayn was not ready to fight. He called his brother, Abbas, the commander of his small army.
"Abbas! Go to the commanders of Yazid's army and ask them to give us one more night. We will be ready tomorrow."
Abbas went with Husayn's request. It was granted. Why did Husayn ask for one more night?
To pray? To spend one more day with his children? To spend one more day with his darling daughter, Sakina?
No Husayn was waiting for a special guest – HUR!
Who was Hur?
Hur was a captain of Yazid's army. He was the captain who stopped Husayn from going to Kufa. He, with his 1,000 men, forced Husayn to come to Kerbala.
Hur, the name means to be free. Hur lived up to his name. He freed himself from the Fire of Hell before it was too late.
The events in Kerbala teach us many lessons.
Hur taught us a lesson. He set an example for us.
We should think of Hur all the time during our life. Hur had a choice between Hell and Heaven. He had a choice between glory in this world or happiness in the world hereafter.
It is never too late to ask for forgiveness. Hur chose Heaven. He chose happiness in the world hereafter.
In our lifetime, there are many times when we have to make a choice between good and bad, between Halal and Haram, between right and wrong, between Hell and Heaven.
Be like Hur, choose good deeds! Choose Halal things, go for truth and choose to be in Heaven. Happiness and glory in this world are short lived, while the happiness in the world hereafter is everlasting.
On 9th Moharram, Hur could hear the cry:
"AL-ATASH! AL-ATASH! AL-ATASH!" "THIRST THIRST! THIRST!"
The children in Husayn's camp were crying for water.
Hur was very restless. He kept on thinking what a grave mistake he had made by bringing Husayn to Kerbala.
"What have I done? Why? Why did I put the son of Fatemah in this position? Will Husayn forgive me? Will Allah forgive me? Will Bibi Fatemah forgive me? How can I ask for forgiveness?"
Hur could not sleep the whole night. He spent the night weeping and begging Allah to forgive him.
The 10th of Moharram came! It was very early in the morning. Horses in Yazid's camp were hot and uncomfortable.
They were jumping up and down. They could not keep their hooves on the ground because it was so hot.
Yazid's soldiers poured buckets of water on the horses' hooves to cool them and calm them.
Hur watched as gallons of water was poured on the horses. He thought:
"So much water for the animals, while the children of Bibi Fatemah are crying for a few drops of water. There is so much water for the animals but none for the grandson of the Holy Prophet."
"AL-ATASH! AL-ATASH! AL-ATASH!", echoed through Hur's ears.
Hur could not take it anymore. He called his son and said:
"My son, I have made a terrible mistake. I have brought such a pious and truthful man here to be killed. Please, my son, quickly take me to Imam Husayn. I want to beg him to forgive me before it is too late. I am ashamed of myself. Will Husayn forgive me? How can I face him?"
Hur continued:
"My son, before you take me to Husayn, tie my hands and cover my face, so that I do not have to face him while I ask for his forgiveness."
Hur's son did what his father had asked him to do. He tied Hur's hands and covered his face.
Hur and his son mounted their horses and headed towards Husayn’s camp.
Abbas, who was guarding the tents, saw the two men coming towards him. He thought they were coming to attack them. He pulled out his sword and warned them to stop where they were.
Imam Husayn also saw the two men.
"Abbas, my brother Abbas! Put your sword back! Those two men are not coming to fight us. That is Hur, my special guest. I have been waiting for him. Let us go and receive them, Abbas."
Imam Husayn and Abbas went to meet Hur.
"Welcome, Hur, welcome. I have been waiting for you."
Hur threw himself at Husayn's feet.
"My master, please forgive me. Please forgive me. I am extremely sorry for what I have done. I am ashamed of myself." Imam Husayn took Hur in his arms and said:
"Hur, my friend, I forgive you. I assure you that my grandfather, my father and my mother have also forgiven you. Come with me, Hur."
Imam Husayn, Abbas, Hur and his son rode back to the tents.
It was Fajr time. Ali Akber gave Adhan. They all prayed the Fajr Namaaz.
Soon after that, Yazid's soldiers blew the trumpets to start the battle.
Hur asked Imam Husayn for permission to go and fight the enemies of Islam.
"Hur, you are my guest. You have only been with me for a short time. I have not been able to look after you properly. I have neither fed you nor have I been able to give you water. At least spend some time with me. No, Hur, no. I cannot let you die! You are my guest."
Hur did not give up. He kept insisting on being the first to go to battle.
Imam Husayn then thought that, the longer Hur stayed with him, the more he would suffer from thirst and hunger.
Imam Husayn gave permission to Hur.
"Go, Hur, go! Khuda Hafiz, Hur."
Imam Husayn himself mounted Hur on his horse.
Hur went to the battlefield.
He was a strong and brave man. He fought the battle gallantly and sent many of Yazid's men to Hell.
Eventually, Hur came off his horse. Severely wounded, he called for Husayn.
"Master, Master! Come quickly. Let me see you for the last time."
Hur was taking his last breaths. Imam Husayn placed Hur's head on his lap.
"KHUDA HAFIZ, HUR. Go, Hur, go! My grandfather is waiting for you. My father and mother are waiting for you. We will be joining you soon in Heaven. Khuda Hafiz, Hur"
Imam Husayn, with tears in his eyes, prayed to Allah:
"YA, ALLAH! Please forgive Hur and grant him a place in Heaven."
Hur died on Imam Husayn's lap and Abbas and All Akber helped Imam carry Hur's body to the tent.
INNA LILLAHE WA INNA ELAIHI RAJEOON!
MATAM-E-HUSAYN!
Majlis 5 Habib ibne Mazaahir
Today is the 5th night of Moharram.Our majaalis continue. We will recite more nawhas to mourn the great loss in Kerbala. Our eyes will shed more tears and our matam will increase.
Day-by-day, the scene in Kerbala is changing. More and more soldiers join the enemy's camp. Thousands have gathered to kill Husayn - the grandson of the Holy Prophet.
Bibi Zainab said to her brother:
"Brother Husayn! Thousands of soldiers are gathering to fight you. We have hardly 72 men with us. Do you not have anyone to come to your help?"
"My sister Zainab, many wanted to join me during the journey from Medina to Kerbala. I politely discouraged them because their intention was not truthful. Many joined and have run away during the journey because they were scared of dying."
He continued:
"Zainab! My sister! Falsehood can buy many supporters, but truth has only a few friends. The soldiers on the other side have been bought. They prefer happiness in this world than in the world hereafter. My 72 truthful men prefer happiness in the world hereafter and that is why they are with me."
That night, Imam Husayn wrote a letter to his childhood friend, Habib lbne Mazaahir, who was in Kufa.
Kufa was blocked off and nobody was allowed to leave.
Habib Ibne Mazaahir did not know the whereabouts of Imam Husayn until the letter from Husayn arrived at his house. At the time he was having breakfast with his wife and a young son.
Habib read the letter from Husayn. He kissed it and tears began to flow from his eyes.
His wife asked him what was wrong. Habib said:
"I have received a letter from my master, Husayn. He has asked me to join him in Kerbala. Yazid's soldiers have surrounded him and are after his life."
Habib's wife said:
"Habib! Your childhood friend has called you. Your master needs your help. What are you waiting for? Go Habib, before it is too late!"
Habib's worry was how to escape from Kufa without being seen.
He instructed his slave to take his horse to a farm outside the city and to wait for him there. The slave did as he was told.
The slave took Habib's horse to a farm outside the city. He waited for his master. His master was delayed.
The slave started talking to the horse:
"O horse! Master Husayn is in trouble. He needs help. He has asked my master Habib to join him. Master Habib is late. Horse If he does not manage to escape from Kufa, I will ride on you and go to Husayn's help."
At Asr time, most of the men were in mosque. Habib managed to reach the farm where his horse was waiting.
He quickly mounted his horse and said to his slave:
"Go, my friend, Go! I am freeing you from my services"
"Master! You are not being fair. I have served you faithfully for years. Now, I have a chance to serve the son of Bibi Fatemah, and you are asking me to go. Why are you denying me a place in Heaven'?"
Habib was taken aback by the words of his slave. He was pleased to hear that he had recognised the difference between the truth and the wrongful. He wanted to sacrifice his life for truth.
Habib asked his slave to mount his horse. Together they galloped towards Kerbala.
Habib reached Kerbala late in the evening. Imam Husayn greeted him with great affection.
Bibi Zainab heard that Habib had come. She asked her maid, Fizza, to convey her greetings to Habib.
When Habib heard that Bibi Zainab had sent greetings to him, he screamed out in grief and anger. He threw his turban down on to the ground. He slapped his face. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he spoke:
"What a sad day! What has happened to the household of Bibi Fatemah? The princess! Grand-daughter of the Holy prophet, the daughter of Ali and Fatemah is sending her greetings to an ordinary person like me! Yazid! You beast, you tyrant! What have you done to the household of Bibi Fatemah?"
Days and nights of Moharram passed by, and Ashura came.
At dawn, Ali Akber gave Adhan for the last time.
Yazid's soldiers blew the trumpets to start the battle.
One-by-one, Husayn's companions went to the battlefield and gave their lives for Islam.
Husayn, Abbas and Ali Akber were busy from dawn to mid-day, collecting bodies from the battlefield,
Between Zohr and Asr time, Habib lbne Mazaahir came to Husayn. He said:
"My Master, Husayn, allow me to go to the battlefield. Let me sacrifice my life for Islam."
"Habib, my childhood friend. Stay with me. You give comfort to me, my friend."
Habib persisted with his request. Eventually Husayn gave his permission.
Husayn mounted his friend, Habib, on the horse. Habib lbne Mazaahir rode into the battlefield.
He fought bravely but was finally over-powered. He fell to the ground.
As Habib ibne Mazaahir fell to the ground, an enemy soldier came over and cut off his head.
All the marytrs of Kerbala had their heads cut off, but Habib's was the first to be cut off by the enemy.
Habib's head was not hung on the spearhead like that of the other martyr's. Habib's head was tied to a horse and pulled along the land of Kerbala.
Later on, in Shaam, Habib's head was tied to a horse's neck. A young boy, called Qasim, followed the horse wherever it went.
One day, the man riding the horse asked the young boy Qasim:
"Why are you following me around? What do you want?"
Qasim just looked at the head hanging from the horse's neck. The man asked again:
"Why are you staring at the head".
"This head is the head of my father, Habib ibne Mazaahir. please give it to me so that I can bury my father's head.
Habib's head seemed to look at his son and say:
"My son Qasim, you are thinking of burying my head. What about the head of Husayn on that spearhead?"
INNA LILLAHE WA INNA ELAIHI RAJEOON!
MATAM-E-HUSAYN!
Majlis 6 Aun and Mohammed
Today is the 6th night of Moharram.Our majaalis continue. lnshallah, our eyes will shed more tears for the martyrs of Kerbala.
We will do more Matam-e-Husayn.
"HUSAYN! KERBALA! MATAM! MAJAALIS!"
When these words echo from the walls of our mosque, a lady in black hijab joins us. She is Bibi Fatemah. She watches us. She cries with us. She collects our tears.
Cry! Cry for Husayn! lnshallah, our tears will not be wasted. Our tears for Husayn will become our weapons against the hardships in our grave and on the Day of Judgement.
Husayn is in Kerbala. He hardly has 72 men with him. They are not all grown up adults. Some of Husayn's men are children. Aun and Mohammed, Bibi Zainab's young sons are there. Aun is only 13 years old. Mohammed is only 11 years old.
Tonight is the night of these two children, Auno - Mohammed.
First, let us send our greetings to those mothers of Kerbala who sacrificed their children for Islam. Lucky are those mothers of Kerbala whose children willingly and happily sacrificed their young lives for Islam.
Tonight, let us first comfort those mothers of Kerbala who were proud to sacrifice their children for Islam.
Mothers of Kerbala! Mother of Auno - Mohammed, Bibi Zainab; mother of Qasim, Umme Farwah; mother of Ali Akber, Umme Laila; mother of Al Asghar, Umme Rubab.
Mothers of Kerbala were proud of their children. They loved their children. Of course, like any mother they had the heart of a mother. A mother loves her children the most.
"Why then, did the Mothers of Kerbala let their children die in Kerbala?'
THEY KNEW HUSAYN WAS ON THE RIGHT PATH. THEY KNEW THEIR SACRIFICES WOULD HELP SAVE ISLAM AND US FROM THE FIRE OF HELL.
Mothers of Kerbala squashed their motherly love and sacrificed their children for Husayn - FOR ISLAM!
How can we, the HUSAYNI, ever forget those Mothers of Kerbala?
Why shouldn't we cry and do matam for the Mothers of Kerbala and their children Auno - Mohammed, Qasim, Ali Akber and Ali Asghar.
Majaalis-e-Kerbala will never die. Matam-e-Kerbala will never die. Yazids of yesterday have failed to stop it.
Yazids of today will not be able to stop it. Yazids of tommorrow may try thousands of times to crush it, but Majaalis-e-Husayn, Matam-e-Kerbala, will not die. Allah Himself has promised to keep the name of Husayn alive till the Day of Judgement.
Let us now focus our minds on Kerbala.
Days and nights of Moharram unfolded on the land of Kerbala.
The night of the 9th of Moharram came. Ashura night, a very tragic night and the last night of the martyrs of Kerbala.
No-one in Husayn's camp slept on Ashura night.
Men spent the whole night praying, reciting duas and the Holy Quran.
Mothers of Kerbala were preparing their children.
The next day was Ashura day. The day of the battle of Kerbala.
What were the mothers telling their children? To be careful? To hide and save their lives?
No! They were telling their children to sacrifice their lives.
They were telling them to die! Didn't they love their children? Or course they did! They had the heart of a mother. They were proud of their children. They loved their children very much. Then why were they telling their children to sacrifice their lives? To die?
Because, THEY KNEW HUSAYN WAS ON THE RIGHT PATH!
Because, THEIR SACRIFICE WOULD SAVE ISLAM!
Because, ALLAH WOULD BE PLEASED WITH THEM!
Now, let us listen to what the mothers of Kerbala were telling their children on the right of Ashura.
Umme Laila is with her son, Ali Akber.
"My darling son, Ali Akber, tomorrow is the day of the battle. My son, Ali Akber, remember your life is not more important than the life of your father. Your father's life will be in danger tomorrow. My darling, don't hesitate to give your life to protect your father's life."
Umme Rubab is with her baby, Ali Asghar.
"My baby Asghar, I wish you were a young man. I would have sacrificed your life to save your father's life."
Umme Farwah is with her son, Qasim.
"Qasim! My son, my darling. If your father was alive today, he would have sacrificed his life first. My daring, don't embarrass me in front of your father on the Day of Judgement. Qasim, my son, do not hesitate to sacrifice your life to protect your uncle's life.
Umme KuIthoom, Imam Husayn's sister, was siting alone, weeping.
Abbas, her brother, heard her crying. He came to her tent.
"My sister, Kulthoom, why are you crying? What's the matter?"
"Abbas! Tomorrow is the day of sacrifice. I have no children to sacrifice."
"My sister, Kulthoom! Don't cry. Abbas is still alive. Tomorrow I will sacrifice my life as a gift on your behalf. I will be your sacrifice,"
Bibi Zainab is with her two sons, Auno - Mohammed.
"My sons, Auno - Mohammed, tomorrow is the day of battle. Your uncle, Husayn's life will be in danger. My darlings, if anything happens to Uncle Husayn, while you are still alive, I will be filled with shame. My Auno - Mohammed, I will not be able to face your grandmother, Bibi Fatemah, on the Day of Judgement. Please, my dearest sons, don't let me down. Be the first ones to sacrifice your lives."
Ashura came.
Ali Akber gave the Adhan. Imam Husayn led the Fajr prayers.
The day was already very hot. The battle began.
Imam Husayn's army of 72 thirsty and hungry men, against 20,000 of Yazid's men.
Hur went to the battlefield and was martyred by Yazid's beasts.
One-by-one, Husayn's companions went to the battlefield and were killed.
Since dawn, Bibi Zainab was watching the bodies being brought to the tent - one-by-one.
She called her sons, Auno - Mohammed.
"My sons, what are you waiting for? Why have you not been to the battlefield yet? Go and fight the enemies of Islam."
"Mother, since dawn, we have been to Uncle Husayn many times for permission to fight. He keeps refusing us. Mother, you help us. Ask Uncle Husayn to give us permission to fight Jehad."
Bibi Zainab called her brother, Husayn, to her tent.
"Brother Husayn! I have been like a mother to you, haven't I? Husayn, your mother is begging you to let Auno - Mohammed go to the battlefield."
"Zainab, my sister, Jehad is not wajib on children. How can I let my sister's sons be killed while I am still alive? No, Zainab, no!"
"Husayn, my brother! If Ali Akber dies before Auno- Mohammed, how will I be able to face our mother on the Day of Judgement. My brother, I will be filled with shame. Please, brother! Let them go."
Husayn saw the disappointment on Zainab's face. Her eyes were filled with tears.
Husayn put his arms around Auno - Mohammed and led them to their horses. He kissed them and helped them mount their horses.
"Go, go and show those beastly men that you have the blood of Jaffer and Ali in your veins."
Auno - Mohammed looked at their mother and said:
"Fl AMMANI-LLAH, MOTHER! KHUDA-HAFIZ, MOTHER!"
"BISMILLAH, my sons."
Auno - Mohammed rode out on to the battlefield. They fought bravely together. They were the grandsons of Jaffer and Ali. They pushed the enemies back. Hundreds of Yazid's men were killed.
Abbas and Husayn watched the two brothers fight so fiercely despite being thirsty for three days. Abbas, who had trained Auno - Mohammed in the art of sword fighting, was filled with pride.
Umar Saad, Yazid's commander, got worried. He ordered his soldiers to separate the two brothers and then attack them from all sides.
Auno - Mohammed were separated. Each one was then surrounded by Yazid's soldiers.
The two brothers were attacked by horsemen running from one side to another. Auno - Mohammed were attacked with arrows, swords, spears and daggers from all sides.
How much can two young children, thirsty and hungry for three days take? As they fell, they called out for their uncle.
'Uncle! Came quickly! Uncle, come and help us."
Husayn and Abbas rushed to the battlefield.
The children were severely wounded. They were taking their last breaths.
"Uncle, give our salaam to our mother. Uncle, please tell our mother that just as she had told us, we did not go towards the river".
Imam Husayn and Abbas carried the two young bodies to the tent.
Ali Akber cried out:
My brothers, Auno - Mohammed, have been killed."
Zainab heard the cry from her tent. She did not cry. She laid her muslah and performed a sajdah.
Ya, Allah I thank you for accepting my sacrifice. Ya, Allah! I am proud of my two sons who have given their lives for Islam!"
Auno – Mohammed’s bodies were laid on the floor. The ladies gathered around. They cried and did matam.
'WA AUNNA, WA MOHAMMEDA, WA AUNNA, WA MOHAMMEDA."
Zainab did not cry. She did not do matam for Auno- Mohammed.
INNA LILLAHE WA INNA ELAIHI RAJEOON!
MATAM-E-HUSAYN!
